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It's just that—" With a sound between a sob and a growl, he launched himself upon me, pinning me on my back while his glistening eyes searched my face. Then he lowered his body until it covered mine completely, and his mouth captured mine in a kiss that threatened to sear itself on my lips forever.
    I rolled him over onto his back, cradled him in my arms and covered his face and chest with hot, wet kisses, while he writhed in sensuous pleasure beneath me. I had suddenly become the aggressor, responding to the need inside me to fulfil him, to make him feel whole and to free him from what I was now sure had been a long and lonely existence. The rest of his story could wait. I wanted to make love to him in every possible way.
    I grasped his cock. It was already hard, pulsing in my hand as if begging for release. I wrapped my lips around the head, 39 My Vampire and I
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    then very slowly pulled him into my mouth, letting the long, thick shaft slide down my throat, until my face was buried in his pubic hair. I heard him moan softly. His hands ruffled my hair, stroked the sides of my face, caressed my shoulders. He raised his hips slightly, and I slipped my hands under his buttocks, massaging the firm flesh and letting my fingers stray towards the opening between the cheeks. He bore down, and my middle finger slid inside him. My lips travelled back up the length of his throbbing cock, my tongue swirling around the head, then I took it all in again. I reached for the lube, spread a good amount on my fingers then reinserted them into his anus.
"May I fuck you?" I asked, with a shy smile.
     
"You may."
     
I'd never gone bareback before. I knew I was negative, but one can never be too careful. However Marcus had said he was immune to disease, so...
    He lifted his legs over my shoulders, allowing me access and I went for the gold. His legs hugged me, pulling me into his warm depths. Looking down on his face, caught in the moment of ecstasy, it was easy to forget, for the moment, that I was making love to a vampire. How could this beautiful, charming man be one of the living dead? He looked so vibrant. So alive.
I felt a stinging slap on my right butt cheek.
     
"Ow!" Then, another on my left ... Ow, again! "Marcus, what the—" He grinned up at me, cupping my buttocks with his big hands, pulling me in deeper.
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Another slap, this time on both sides of my butt, at the same time.
"Cut it out!"
    But I had to admit it was kinda exhilarating. I was thrusting harder, my balls slapping against his ass cheeks as I rode him. He writhed under me, grabbing my arms in a vice-like grip. I pulled back until only the tip of my cock was inside him, then I slammed home, pounding away like a demented dervish.
    "Yes, Roger! Fuck me, fuck me!"
The sweat poured off my forehead, dripping onto his face.
He grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled me down, his lips scorching mine with a kiss so intense, I lost all control. I felt myself climax— again and again.
     
Holy God. I'd never had a gusher like that in my entire life.
    Marcus held my convulsing body pressed tightly to his, his arms and legs locking me to him, then with one swift movement he had upended me, holding me by my ankles, driving his unsated, steel-hard rod into me. For a moment, I struggled against this unexpected invasion, but with each push of his pelvis, I opened to him, holding him, meeting every throbbing thrust with my own.
    "Roger...!" He cried out my name as he came in long, wrenching spasms. I felt as though I had been split in two, so violent had our mating been. He collapsed on top of me, and I held him, pressing my lips to his neck, nibbling his earlobe, whispering how fantastic he was and how much I loved him.
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Oops. I'd said it. The 'L' word. He lay very still for a very long time, saying nothing, but not moving away from me either—thank God. At last, he turned to look at me.
    "You love